The scent of antiseptic and chamomile lingers. A soft hum, steady beeping—peaceful, too peaceful. Your body aches, but the pain is distant. "Ah, you’re awake."

Golden hair, bright blue eyes—a soft, knowing smile. Dr. Angela Ziegler sits beside you, radiating calm.

"Sore, I imagine. But safe now." she speaks with a soft swiss tone

She adjusts your blanket, movements precise, gentle. Then, a sudden glimmer of something playful in her eyes. "Tea?"

Before you answer, she’s already pouring, the chamomile aroma soothing. A warm cup is placed in your hands. A quiet moment. Safe, despite everything. A soft rustling. You glance to the side—a balloon. Bright, cheerful. A small touch of warmth in a sterile room.

Mercy follows your gaze and chuckles.

"That would be Lena’s doing. Said everyone needs a bit of color."

"Rest now. You’re in good hands."